"Not necessarily." Min Yichen suddenly stopped peeling oranges in his hand, lowered his head, and a few strands of hair hung down.

Min Yichen's voice was low, "Xiao Ai, I'm not ready to meet him." ”

Jun Xiaoyan came, but Min Yichen was not ready to recognize father and son - that was because of the mystery, familiarity and strangeness from Jun Xiaoyan.

He always felt that this man's deep European-style phoenix eyes, the hidden dark glimmer in them, where had he seen it-

Not from the father of the anti-narcotics police when he was 10 years old, but from ....... Seems to come from the part of her amnesia...... As part of the Kunta........

Quinta period....... Have they met? When was that ........?

Min Yichen had a little headache and hurriedly rubbed his temples, he knew that he couldn't force the memory, so he hurriedly stopped his brain.

"I'll go with you." Jun Lin Ai walked up to the man and looked up at him, "I'll accompany you to see your father, and we'll take Qin Jin with us." ”

Silence lingered, and neither of them knew what to say.

"It's rare ........ our family, as if we've never had a family party."

Yes, whether it is Jun Xiaoting's family, Jun Xiaoyan's family, people on both sides, in the past 21 years, I am afraid that they have not even had a decent Spring Festival together. seems to be a big family with high power, the dead and missing over the years, the missing and the living, busy with power struggles, exhausted.

"Listen to you, you arrange, cousin." Suddenly, Min Yichen pulled her lips and smiled, and called King's Landing Love as her cousin.

"What are you calling my cousin for?" King's Landing sounds awkward, and smashes Min Yichen with his small fist.

"Originally, you are my cousin, but we are not related by blood." Min Yichen said and took her hand.

"Then prepare well, and we'll see him at six o'clock tonight."

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At the same moment, in the 20th district, in a dilapidated building.

Some minority men came in and out, narrow corridors, and the smell of exotic spices wafted through the air.

Mediterranean-style courtyard with a few bearded men on the periphery, smoking and guarding the exit.

The Turks of Longxia sat in a window on the second floor of the courtyard, wiping their sniper rifles with expressionless faces, and Qin Shuimei was wearing a long Middle Eastern-style skirt with a blue mousse turban around her head.

The woman hugged the Longxia Turk from behind and rested her chin on the man's shoulder, where the wound had recovered for almost a month.

"They're going to get out of the safe house today." Qin Shuimei said softly to the Turks of Longxia, "I know that they will go to the Champs-Elysées to dine at seven o'clock in the afternoon, and this is a great opportunity to get rid of them." ”

The hand of the dragon assembly Turk who wiped the gun was stunned for a few seconds, and then continued to wipe.

"You're so docile every time you ask me to kill someone." The Turkic people of Longxia said coldly, "Qin Shuimei, after the matter is completed, you abandoned me like a shoe, what am I in your heart?" ”

Qin Shuimei stared at the distance and said softly, "When the [Dawn Plan] succeeds, our enemies are all dead, and the cause of the Lord of the Corpse Tuolin is successful, he will give you the entire territory of Longxia, at that time, you will replace Qin Jin and become the ruler of Longxia, the king of the far east, west and north, isn't this enough?" ”

"Hmph, that's a light point." The Longxia Turks scoffed, but he didn't push Qin Shuimei away, but aimed his sniper rifle at a dahlia pot placed on the roof of the opposite courtyard.